Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Ladyhawke.
NOTE: This is a loosely based crossover with Twilight and Ladyhawke.
Day and Night
Chapter 1: Twilight (EPOV)
The orange glow of dawn illuminated a slightly tanned body,atop a sea of gold and black silk. The body distinctly male due to the large, long frame and chiseled marble physique shifted slightly from the offensive light. His lip curled up on one side exposing gleaming white teeth as he snarled angrily at the bright rays spilling, undeterred thru the wall of glass; mentally cursing the light in rage. The man slowly rolled onto his stomach, the gold silk finding its home beneath his body as he pressed his face into the soft plows and inhaling long and deep. The essence of strawberries and freesia filled his lungs painfully, holding each breath as long as he possibly could savoring the enticing, exotic scent that filled him deeply. For the next hour he lazily rolled across the silky bedding making sure the scent clung to every inch of his body.
Taking a final, long, greedy inhale he reluctantly pulled himself from the large, lonely bed to go about his day. He slowly pulled on his awaiting clothes and made his way to the kitchen. He stepped into the kitchen to find his maid with two unknown women he assumed were new workers for his large mansion. Almost immediately the new women s eyes zeroed in on him. The maid paused scowling, knowing instantly where their attention was focused.
"Good morning Mr. Mason." Rose turned and greeted with a gentle smile to her boss. Ignoring the new help for the moment, knowing Edward kept a fairly strict schedule.
"Good morning Rose." Edward greeted warmly, the new help a distant memory.
Edward didn't interact with the help. The only exception was for Rose and her husband. They had worked for him for a little over ten years and had become very close to him. After the passing of two close and dear friends, he had vowed, what seemed like a lifetime ago to never let anyone get close to him again. Of course his lover made him see the error of his ways and he slowly got to know the strong willed blonde and her gentle giant. His lover was always right, he was sometimes too blind to see it.
"Mr. Mason. This is Lauren and Jessica. The agency sent them over for a probationary period." Rose stated while glaring at the two females.
The women in question were too preoccupied in preening in front of Edward trying to garner his attention. Both Rose and Edward knew the women wouldn't last the day. The only people that lasted more than a week was Rose, her husband and Miss Swan.
"Good luck with that Rose." Edward answered, not bothering to hide his disgust, nor acknowledging the new staff.
Of course neither woman noticed his disdain as they continued to ogle the handsome man in front of them.
"Coffee and breakfast are laid out for you sir. If you won't be needing anything else. I will get Jessica and Lauren started." Rose asked respectfully.
"Thank you Rose. Just coffee will be fine." Edward muttered as he turned to head toward the patio, only stopping as Rose made a remark.
"Sorry sir. Miss Swans orders." Rose smirked that he wouldn't fight her about it now.
"Of course." He chuckled before turning and allowing a beautiful smile to grace his lips as he continued on his way.
He happily ate his breakfast while watching the horses grazing in the far pasture, when a deep ache welled in his chest. It always did when he wasn't working and finally let himself remember he wasn't truly happy. He wished he could be gazing at his lover over their morning meal instead of the beautiful scenery of his back yard. He finished his breakfast absently, never really tasting it. Once finished he made his way into the house.
He slowly finished his coffee while covertly watching Rose instruct the new help, when a shriek filled the morning air; immediately drawing his attention. He held his arm out as a wide, breathtaking smile lit his face. A beautiful cream and mahogany colored hawk landed gently upon his outstretched arm. He brought the hawk closer, using his other hand to gently stroke the soft feathers lovingly.
"Good morning" He whispered lowly and sweetly.
The hawk gave a soft answering cry before nuzzling his hand ending with a gentle nip to his thumb. He quickly downed the last bitter mouthful of coffee and strode over to Rose, the hawk remained securely perched on his arm.
"Rose! I'll be in my study. More coffee and my room is ready." He ordered and made his way from the room.
"Of course Mr. Mason." Rose answered as she watched Edward disappear. Her heart automatically clenching for the continuous pain he hid from the world.
Edward entered his study placing the hawk atop the perch on his desk before throwing open the french doors wide, allowing a gentle breeze to wash thru the study. He sighed before throwing himself into his comfortable office chair. He closed his eyes while running his hands thru his hair, before pinching the bridge of his nose with a long rough exhale. He was so tired. So very tired...and frustrated of his half life. His heart instantly re-breaking at knowing the love of his very existence was stuck in the same never ending, continuous cycle. Anger and loathing towards himself washed over him. If he hadn't fallen in love with her, she would have had a normal life with a husband and children. Yet even as her words floated thru his head *'You are my life'*, he wished he could have changed their fate. He would have gladly given his own life to save her from it. As if knowing her master was beating himself up, the hawk cried, flapping her wings in frustration. Edward smiled softly, running the backs of his fingers over her soft feathers trying to calm the hawk.
"I know,...I know." He chuckled as the hawk bit him hard in reprimand; bringing him out of his dark thoughts.
Edward went about his daily routine which consisted of multiple phone calls, emails and internet meetings going over his vast number of companies. Yet that was only half the day. The rest of Edwards day consisted of going over plans, agonizing over every possible outcome or scenario that may unfold and putting things in motion to prevent or push for a certain end. An end that assured he was the victor. He had been waiting a very long time and would not leave things to chance. He had spent vast amounts of money and time to insure that he would be reunited with his heart. For if he failed he would lose his heart forever.
Rose silently brought him his coffee and lunch through the day. Always leaving quickly to insure she would not interrupt, knowing too much was at stake.
Once the sun reached its peak at mid day, as if on cue, the hawk would stretch its wings and launch from its perch thru the opened balcony doors into the sky with a shriek. All the while Edward watched from his seat at the majestic scene until the hawk was out of sight before Edward returned to his pressing work.
The day was slowly ending and while drinking his final cup of coffee he pulled up a video file dated from the night before. Everyday he would watch an awaiting video. Sometimes pausing the video so he could trace the visual contours on the screen, memorizing every line and curve. Always watching with a smile and hidden tears, occasionally laughing at a comment or sighing at a blush that he longed to brush his fingers against. The hawk would always return as the video would end, only the gentle displacement of air from her wings would alert to her arrival. After calming himself from the emotional roller coaster the videos always had him riding, he talked quietly to the hawk while relishing the feel of the silky soft feathers beneath his fingertips until it was time to head to bed. He placed the hawk on her perch in his bedroom, leaving with a final caress to the top of her head as he left to issue orders for the next day.
There were only a few rules for the Mason house, rules that had no exceptions. Number one, all animals in the house and the grounds were to be well cared for and respected; number two, the study and bedroom were off limits completely unless orders were given; and number three, the east wing was to be cleared out three hours before and after sunrise and sunset. So when Edward heard the pained shriek as he approached his bedroom, his vision turned red. He was filled with so much rage he practically splintered the door as he shoved it open to find out the reason for the hawks cry. His rage grew darker as he took in the sight of two women in skimpy underwear laying atop his large bed. He was blinded by fury until his gaze found the hawk flailing on the floor, favoring a wing. Most likely from a fall from her golden perch, a black pillow lay suspiciously beside the injured bird. Edwards rage was pushed aside for the moment as he slowly crept toward the frightened hawk, cooing softly as he gently picked her up. He placed her back upon her perch after his visual inspection showed only a possible bruised wing. His fury returned with a vengeance and only then did his dark gaze return to the women. His body coiled as if to strike and his eyes darkened further as his rage grew stronger. The women misinterpreted his rage as desire and smiled lustful smiles his way.
"The bird wouldn't shut up, and we figured you would want us all to yourself." Lauren said as the women ran their hands seductively over their bodies.
Edward stalked toward the bed slowly, a rumble vibrating deep in his chest as a low growl began to surface. He looked like a mighty lion about to maul its prey. The women moaned as his muscles rippled under his tight shirt, unaware of the true danger they possibly faced. Once he was close enough, the women moved to their knees in order to reach out for him. What neither expected was his large strong hands grasping both of them by their throats tightly.
"ROSALIE!" He bellowed as he regained control of his fury. His yell caused the women to claw at his arms in fear of his tight grip and menacing tone.
"That bird" He hissed. "Is more precious than either of you will ever be" His lip curled into a snarl, showing the bright white of his teeth.
Rosalie rushed quickly, knowing something was terribly wrong. She was in shock at the scene before her. Edward pushed the two women toward her.
"They have tainted my lovers and my bed with their presence, get them out of here before I kill them. Burn the bed and have the one from the guest bedroom replace it" Edwards voice was eerily calm and dark. Causing a fearful shiver to involuntarily crawl up her back, for never hearing him in such away.
"I'll take care of it at once." Rose stated viciously, while dragging the women to the door. Edward nodded and made his way to the en suite to calm down and to wash away another day.
Edward returned as Rose was finishing the bedding. When she noticed Edward she began apologizing but was cut off immediately.
"I know Rose" he sighed "I think her wing is bruised" He said softly nodding toward the hawk.
"I already made the call. Edward I am so sor.." Rose was cut off again by Edward wrapping her in a hug.
"Rose it was not your fault. You have been a godsend to us and we will be forever grateful. We'll talk more tomorrow...okay?" Edward said softly.
Rose nodded against his shoulder fighting her tears. He released his hold and sighed as the door shut closed behind her. He moved to the hawk, ghosting his fingers over her wing before gently stroking her neck. He moved away and crawled into the freshly made bed.
"Soon, my love, soon" he whispered into the slowly darkening room, as he awaited twilight.